They say the one's we love never leave us.  Their bodies may decay and rot, but their spirit will never forsake us. 

That still doesn't change the fact that they are gone.  It doesn't change the fact that they left a gaping hole in our heart when they left.  Even if their leaving wasn't by choice.

Everyone has lost someone special; whether it be a mother, father, brother, sister, grandparent, pets, or friends.  We've all experienced the seemingly unbearable pain that comes with their absence.  If you haven't lived through this Hell already, you will.  Not to sound morbid, but someday, you will have to endure this.

And we all know how this pain works.  After the immediate shock, a numbness takes its place.  For a few days, you feel nothing.  Nothing except the new emptiness that seems to encompass your whole world.  Then, after the numbness fades, you start to smile again.  You answer when someone asks you a question.  Your old self returns, bit by bit. 

But we also know that underneath all that 'healing' the pain is still there; still real.  And we do our best to mask that because no one wants to see the pathetic, weeping child locked inside.

There are few who have lost someone so close that -- although you remain separate entities -- your souls seem to be one and the same.  Few can say that they've lost part of themselves. 

I happen to be in that few.

Don't get me wrong; I don't regret what happened.  I know -- and He knows -- that this'll make me stronger.  Somehow.  It's hard to see through the clouds, but there is something good coming after this.  I just need the faith to tough it out. 

You see, unlike most people, I lost someone who meant more than the world to me.  She was truly...divine. 

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